Silly things you did as a kid

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I loved sleeping with stuffed animals so much that my parents had to limit how many I dragged to bed with me (3). As I laid in bed before falling asleep I would envision these fantastic scenarios where my toys and I were, like, on a raft in the ocean or floating on a river of lava and I had to protect them from falling over the edge. When I inevitably shoved them out of bed during the night and woke up to find them on the floor, I would suddenly remember that we were supposed to be in the middle of the ocean or whatever and scramble to pull them back onto the bed before they "drowned."

When we were in junior high or so my sister and I made a handful of tapes of us hosting a "radio show." We made up commercials for fake products/businesses/movies, we had station IDs, and we'd play fabulous early '90s music. I think my sister had the tapes, last I knew, so they've probably disappeared into the ether. *sigh*
 
At around age seven at home, I fell down a flight of stairs. It didn't hurt, and I was unharmed. I thought it was fun and got the bright idea to purposefully throw myself down them to do it again. It hurt that time!

Gods, I was such a retarded kid back then.
 
One time my kitty gave birth to a litter
Let's say I put the terrified kittens in to a open shoebox,used a knife to cut bullet holes with them inside (no I dint hurt them) and played a cat version of the d-day landings.
I used the black ones as Germans soldiers
I used a blue blanket as the sea and a yellow pillow as the beach, I made a inverted shoebox into a bunker.
Just like star trek TNG, my cats refused to obey simple commands and desperately tried to flee the set,meowing with large confused and desperate eyes.
 
When I was a kid then I used to run into walls purposely, because I saw a character in a cartoon walk into a wall and I thought it would be fun to run straight into a wall.

I wasn't the smartest kid, but I've gotten really good at walking into walls without my fight or flight mechanism kicking in and stopping, and often find myself walking into walls as an adult without meaning to.
 
Wildchild said:
When I was a kid then I used to run into walls purposely, because I saw a character in a cartoon walk into a wall and I thought it would be fun to run straight into a wall.

I wasn't the smartest kid, but I've gotten really good at walking into walls without my fight or flight mechanism kicking in and stopping, and often find myself walking into walls as an adult without meaning to.
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After playing assasins creed and mirrors edge in 2008
I always tried to do the parkour thingy and failed miserably (:_(:heart-empty:
 
When I was a kid, me and bicycles were a dangerous mix (Well, actually, me and anything were a dangerous mix, but I digress). I can think of two tales where my stupidity with bikes got me in serious trouble.

The Hardhat
When I was about 5 or 6, our driveway was a small incline, and I would talk my bike up it and scoot down to the house. Dad was digging up the front of the house to pour a sidewalk, and had a form set up.

Mom yelled at me that if I was to ride my bike, I had to have my helmet on. Not wanting to go into the house and get my helmet, I went to Dad's worktruck and put on his hardhat. I then went to the very top of the driveway, and went down.

Mom watched in horror as I crashed full speed into the forming and fly headfirst into the rebar. Thankfully, inertia caused the hardhat to flip over my face and prevented what probably would have been serious injury, though I got a wicked nosebleed out of it.


The Apehangers
When I was in my early teens I took the handlebars off of a old 70's bike that had those apehanger handlebars
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I thought it would be fun to put it on my mountain bike. Being super lazy, I took the original handlebars off and wedged them onto the apehangers so they would not move.

Or so I thought...

I went down a small hill, then the apehangers loosened and pivoted upside down. This put me in a perfect position to watch the original handlebars, hanging by the brake and shifter cables, bouncing against the front wheel. I only got a few abrasions from the crash, but the bike's front wheel and forks were ruined. I didn't have a bike after that.
 
When I was about four I decided that I only liked to eat dog biscuits, specifically Bonios. I kept it up for a good two months before my parents put a stop to it.
I went to my some big important event with my parents around the same time and my parents had bought me this (probably quite expensive) new dress. It was yellow and white and had a bunch of flowers on it, and I hated it. I screamed and screamed when they put it on me and eventually they just let me wear shorts and a t shirt underneath. Still unsatisfied, I rectified the situation by fucking about with a bunch of felt tips and getting dark blue ink all over myself just in time for the official photographs. The dress was removed, and I never saw it again.
 
When I was 4, I had shoved this really tiny bead up my nose, and it stayed in there for over a day. I don't know why I even did it.

There was also a period (around the same age) in which I would dissect some of the ants that crawled around our house. Kinda funny in hindsight since I now find ants to be more of a nuisance than an amusement.
 
When i was little I stuck my foot into a toy fire truck because i wanted to roller skate. My foot got stuck and my mom freaked out. The real fire department had to show up and get it off my foot.
 
When I was small, I saw an episode of The Rugrats where they fill up the house to make it into a swimming pool, so I grabbed all the throw pillows and tastefully scattered them around, and when my mum went next door to ask the neighbours something, I took a hose pipe upstairs to the bathroom, leaving one end in the living room, and attached it to the tap and turned it on.

It did not work. The carpet was wet for days.
 
I used to rub sand into my hair from the roadside because i enjoyed picking the grains out later on. I also used to wrap my bionicles in aluminum foil, dip them in water, and put them into the freezer to pretend that i was excavating them from a glacier or something. Also burying them in sand and digging them up later. They must have hated me.
 
BOLDYSPICY! said:
At five years old, I decided I wanted to be a professional wrestler. I used to run around my house shirtless because "wrestlers didn't wear shirts." I also drew Mario "comics." The only one I can remember doing looked something like this:
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That reminds me when I was around six-seven and would draw comics of video game characters fighting to the death.
I remember finding one of Mario vs Sonic, where Mario would shoot Sanic's llimbs off and then decapitate him or something, I should find it and scan it.
 
When I was six or seven I saw an ad where people used Toblerone chocolate bar as harmonicas. I really believed that and harassed my parents to buy me one. I don't remember what happened next.
 
I dressed up as Daniel Boone and I took my red ryder BB gun to school. (this was before columbine) and shot a few kids on the playground with it before the assistant principle took it away and gave it to me unloaded after school. (he didn't even call my parents). I also used to run around playing Mogadishu with friends playing as the rangers and pretending to kill skinnies (Africans), they called my parents for that.
 
Oh gosh, the stupid things I did as a kid. I can go on for days.

Here's a good one. In second grade, Michael Jackson and his album Thriller was very popular. During a spelling test, a thunder storm was outside and it inspired me to start singing the song. With all the wrong lyrics, of course. Everybody laughed, and I was sent away to the office.
 
When I was about twelve I was picking my ear with the blunt end of a cheap ballpoint pen, and the little tip that holds the ink in place came off and lodged in my ear canal. I eventually dug it out with a roach clip.
 
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